Thanks to the unique presence and bonding form of the wilted organisms.

As the two bosses fall to the ground one after the other, the battle is quickly over.

The Blighted Beast lost its fighting spirit and its previous discipline, and quickly routed, dying and fleeing.

They did not flee back to the scars of withering, but scattered and fled.

After a brief silence, the fighters cheered for the rest of their lives.

Then, start counting the battle damage.

Although the process was easier than expected, the results were far more tragic than expected.

Although more than 1,000 enemies were destroyed, there were also two bosses.

But with the help of so much high technology, close to 50 people died.

Among them, nearly eighty percent of the elven refugees selected by Lao Qiao died, accounting for the vast majority, and he himself was injured.

If nothing else, these forty lives will be the foundation for the refugees to gain a foothold in Green Leaf Town in the future.

All will see and remember them.

Then the respect and remembrance of the deceased is transformed into compassion and projected onto the living.

Old Joe was more ruthless than Heine imagined to be in business.

Survivors cleaned up the battlefield, mended knives, and treated the wounded.

This is where the treemen of Linum come in handy.

These clumsy little treants can actually transfer the power of withering!?

"How did you do that?" Heine couldn't help but ask.

Under the pupil of the dead, the withering power infected by Linum's body was like a black leech, incredibly flexible.

But as he grasped the hand of a little tree man, the leech slid desperately into the wooden stake.

Then I couldn't swim anymore.

After the infection withered, the little tree man lost a few leaves and became more stiff.

Heine then broke off the arm that had the power of withering, and it regained its agility.

"A serendipitous discovery."

Linumu smiled maturely.

"But I haven't found a 'cure for blight' yet, so this kind of transfer is just an escape, not a solution."

Heine stared at the broken branch that had fallen to the ground.

Indeed, the embers would not disappear, and this black thread could not be put into the bottle as anger by him.

"Dead Yuan Spirit" seems to be the starting point of evolution, and he has been exposed to three directions of mutation:

1. Silver Yuan Material and Yuan Ling Soldiers.

2. Dark rage.

3. This "withering force" in front of you.

But it is not clear to him whether the three can be transformed into each other.

What is certain, however, is that Zumuquerkus, who is said to be able to summon all living beings in the sanctuary, uses the threads of embers he can see to control the withered creatures.

That's probably what the so-called mental connection is all about.

When they go out to fight, the "elite" in the team is equivalent to a small mobile base station that can receive and manage signals.

When fighting, you also need to spread a fungus blanket under your feet to help control it.

And he, as a psychic, can actually take the opportunity to seize power and participate in it......

That's weird.

Although most of the silk threads were "broken" due to the distance, there was still a small part that connected him.

From the Blighted Beast captive.

The connection was subtle, and he could feel their fear.

At this time, Bedwell led someone to pull the corpse of a worm man.

He was still holding Teacher Xia's head in his arms.

"Why is it so tragic?"

Heine exclaimed.

"That's ......"

Becky recounted the battle.

After hearing this, Heine couldn't help but feel that these guys were really ruthless.

At the same time, Mr. Sa also listened to Wei Diankite's relay.

After listening to this, he also said sincerely: "Indeed, Brother Yang is really useless!" ”

Wei Diankite: "Look at what you said, why do I feel that you want to optimize Brother Yang?" ”

Teacher Xia: "Indeed, Mr. Sa is a bit obvious?" ”

Mr. Sa: "Don't talk nonsense, this is what my eldest brother meant, he asked me to hide it from Brother Yang when I went to shake people, and then took Xiaobei to the battlefield, you taste it carefully." ”

…

At this time, someone asked, "My lord, what to do with these two corpses?" ”

Heine thought for a moment: "This bug's carapace is abnormally hard, suitable for a shield, so let's send it to Rock Town in an airship." As for the other ...... Let's pull it back first. ”

…

Mr. Sa: "Ah, this ......"

The other two: "It's broken." ”

Then in the laughter of the two, Mr. Sa fell silent.

……

Although it is late at night, the town of Green Leaf is brightly lit.

The triumphant return party brought back not only exciting news, but also the terrible corpses of withered creatures.

With their deaths, so does the power of withering.

Either it seeped into the ground, or it drifted in the direction of the blight.

Elven refugees have long heard of, or seen, the invincible wither.

This is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for them.

It was the first time that the locals of Green Leaf Town had seen such a terrible thing.

Especially the two brothers Huawen and Huawu, they shocked many people as soon as they appeared.

Compared to this, the monsters, undead and so on in the mountains of Maikala could not be more pediatric.

Bedwell was at the front of the line, bathed in the most praise.

Aside from the prestige of this time and the merits of this battle, this face is also suitable to walk in the first place, bearing flowers and applause.

Heine forgot it.

He doesn't like it, and he doesn't need it.

He was always just an advisor, a spokesman for George.

This is his promise to Arthur, and it is also his positioning for himself.

And, he hates being a hero, it's more of a bondage.

He had arrived at the lumber yard at the speed of light, and had a battle meeting with Janglu, Linumu, Dylan, and the awakened Tuba and others.

"As it stands, this team lacks enough front rows." Janglu concluded.

"Most of our firepower is long-range, and without Mr. Dylan's undead and Linum's treemen, I'm afraid the casualties would have been even worse."

Dylan tugged at the corners of his mouth: "In the eyes of me, the best infantry in the world is at the Eternal Dawn, we can't cooperate with them, right?" ”

Tubba: "In fact, there are many warriors among the dwarves who are good at charging into battle, and our close connection with the earth should not be underestimated. ”

Linum: "Or can we work with the Shadow Temple?" The Black Knights of the Northlands are also a good choice, and Mr. Heine has a close relationship with them. ”

Eyes converged on Heine's face.

Heine shook his head: "Instead of relying on external forces, think about the local 'warriors'. ”

The crowd was dumbfounded.

The local warriors are indeed the best infantrymen, and can even be said to be textbook.

Other classes may have a lot of energy control and application in their training, but the warriors in the mountains of McKara don't.

They are pure warriors.

"But they can't go to such a battlefield, they lack resistance, they can't resist the withering force, maybe they will defect in the middle of the battle." The Wood Elf said.

Janglu: "Yes, and the strongest warrior at the moment is only level four...... It's Lord Arthur, maybe that's the limit of a warrior. ”

syllable

Heine snapped his fingers, and Sabellia was pulled out.

When he came out, he was still squatting on the ground with his hands covering his head, apparently being beaten by Nobita.

Feeling light, he looked around with his peripheral vision, and then stood up with a straight face.

"You're looking for me......"

"We're going to use our troops against the Traces of Withered." Heine said bluntly.

Not only Sabellia, but the rest of the people were taken aback by his words.

No, I didn't say it just now?

Although I knew that sooner or later there would be such a day, no one would have thought that it would be brought up like this.

And it will be so sloppy......

"Was it a surprise?"

Heine smiled at the crowd:

"How many times can they start a war of this magnitude today? Three times? Five times? Shouldn't be a problem, right?

"They can, but how many times can our people hold up? Obviously, the other side is consuming us.

"Maybe we'll survive this winter at a terrible price, but they'll get through it.

In other words, the other party doesn't lose anything, and we don't make any money...... There is no such business. ”

Sabellia snorted coldly: "What does this have to do with me? ”

"This will help you atone for your sins."

Heine stared at him:

"We're looking for a way to purify the wither, and I think I've got an eyebrow,

"You have two choices, either you continue to keep a straight face and be cool, and when I solve the problem, this matter has nothing to do with you.

"Or, you cooperate with me, but that won't make the name of the Jungle Wind resound in this forest, because you don't deserve it."

Sabellia's face was even more ugly.

"But—"

Heine changed his words: "This will save a lot of people."

"Not just humans, but elves, dwarves, many, many people.

"So, you choose."

All eyes were on Sabellia's face, except Heine.

He's picking his nails.

It's not that it's pretentious, but it really doesn't care.

He has one last way to go.

The trade between Duoduo and Simon has begun to take shape, and "Rick Easley" has laundered his money, allowing him to buy the cheapest tinder without being detected.

He also has the Floating City.

If it's a big deal, he drove the floating city into it and sat on the face of that Querkus, and he didn't believe it was not a heavy blow.

But this is a last resort.

Sabellia's eyes flickered, and just as Heine and the others were impatient, he finally made a decision.

"What do you want to ask?"

(End of chapter)